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was hitting him in the head with his other hand but couldn’t break the hold on his arm. Scarrow moved to help and was able to pull the doctor off. I tried to help the sergeant but his arm looked like it had been through a meat grinder, and where was I going to take him? I tried to call it in, but the sergeant ripped my radio off when he was trying to get up. By the time I got the sarg into the hallway, Scarrow was yelling and screaming also. The dead nurse had grabbed his ankle and was biting his leg. Scarrow was kicking her around like a dog. He kicked her across the room but the doctor had also grabbed his leg and was biting him. I pulled my sidearm but just couldn’t shoot. I…” He looked pleadingly at Kyle. “I didn’t know what to do… was scared.”
    Kyle looked down at his hip and noticed his sidearm was missing. He heard a disgusted noise coming from beside him. “You turned and ran didn’t you?” Yolanda sneered. “And left your gun as well?”
    He gained his feet again, his face turning red. “You weren’t there!” he screamed, all reserve of dignity slipping away.
    Kyle held up his hand and was going over things in his head, he looked back at Johnson. “It seems you’re doing better now,” he said. He also felt disgust at what Johnson had done, but he wasn’t there and couldn’t judge the guy. He had never cared for him much anyway, and was trying to not let that cloud his thinking. “We need to go in there and check on Scarrow and the sergeant,” he said.
    “You’re crazy, I’m not going in there. They’re dead, I saw them.”
    “You’re going and we are also,” he said. Oddly, he felt calm but he did take a look at his watch. He didn’t have time for this, but he couldn’t leave someone in there if they needed help. It wouldn’t take too long, and then he would go and talk to the lieutenant.
    “We have to hurry, if we want to get out of here,” Patrick said, giving voice to what he was thinking.
    Kyle led them back to the door which Johnson had exited. He had his hand on Johnson’s upper arm, who now seemed resigned to going back in. They were being followed by Yolanda and Patrick.
    “Draw your sidearms,” Kyle said, looking back at them. He saw Patrick take a look at Yolanda. They had never pulled them in the plant before, other than to clean them or to turn them in. They were for people attacking the plant, not for the office spaces.
    Kyle opened the door and looked into the hallway. There were noises coming from toward the other end but they didn’t sound like people eating other people. “I’ll go first and you follow me. Patrick watch our six.”
    “I wasn’t in the army Smalls,” he said grinning, “I was in the rebellion.”
    “We don't have time for that, idiot,” Yolanda said, “We need to try and get this done”
    Kyle smiled at the obvious response coming, he wasn’t disappointed.
    “Not try, do,” came a solid Yoda impersonation. Kyle moved further into the hall. A loud consistent banging was coming from down the hall.
    “There’s the doctor’s office,” he said, as he slowly walked down the hall. He had his sidearm extended in front of him, trying to walk without shaking his arms too much. He was painfully obvious of the noises coming from behind him. Guess they were not going to sneak up on them, he thought.
    They approached the door to the doctor’s office, staying on the far side of it. A knocking noise was steadily coming from inside the room. Kyle pushed Johnson to one side and motioned for him to be quiet. He looked back toward his friends and moved closer to the door from the front. He pushed down the doorknob and waited a second for a reaction. His nerves were stretched thin at this point and he just wanted it done. An attitude that could get him killed he knew it. He pushed the door open and moved back against the far wall, moving into a kneeling position. His 9mm was aimed at the door. Nothing happened.
    He breathed a sigh of relief and